I have more money than I know what to spend it on. The power that comes with being a partner at a law firm. A closet-full of tailored Brioni suits. The ugly divorce. A daughter I love more than life itself, even if I’m not sure she’s mine. What I don’t have is her. My queen of thorns. Maria Tavares has the paralyzing effect of a black widow disguised as a femme fatale. She’s brains and beauty, and has the audacity to f*ck around like a man without regard for feelings. And she lives by the mantra, “hit it and quit it.” Yours truly included. After a one-night stand six months ago, I want my formidable rose—any way I can have her. When she comes to me needing a favor, I’m quick with a proposition she can understand: an arrangement. Three months. All in. Strings attached. No interferences. Titles exchanged. Mine. In this battle of wills, Maria will discover that I know she needs to be handled with a firm hand. Especially while she’s on her knees for me.